Woooosh!

Woooosh!

What was that?

That was my life.

Woooosh!

Zooming along at a million miles an hour. Doing twenty things at once. Distracted. Impatient. Rattling the cage bars. Come on, hurry up!

I have been watching myself this past week, noticing how I take on more and more projects, ideas, how the work piles up – the faster I do it, the more is waiting to be done. Just how many plates can I have spinning on sticks before they come crashing down. The deadlines are building up and breathing down my neck. Deadlines for projects I am excited about. That I really want to do. Yet in chorus they shriek and paw at me, threatening to maul me to death.

I recognise, perhaps a little belatedly, that I am a complete workaholic – like my father before me – and, I get a sense, his mother before him. I get my deepest pleasure and fulfillment from my work. And I exhaust myself doing it. Racing around. Being mindful…ly mad!

Human life has improved tremendously in so many important ways, andyet in other respects, we face challenges to our serenity andhappiness that could scarcely have been dreamed of three thousandyears ago.”